My Bungo system is a little different

What a dilapidated ballroom, the chandeliers were askew, the wallpaper was peeling, the long hanging curtains were decayed and the floor was dusty.

Although the ballroom in the officers' club in Paris is not as big, the decoration is much better.

How could anyone hold a dance here?

Speaking of which, is it just me and another person who have arrived?

He looked around blankly, feeling less inclined to ask another guest a question.

It seemed impolite to keep staring at the dilapidated decoration, so he had to look up towards the roof.

The ceiling might be as high as a three-story building, and it's hard to determine the exact height by visual inspection. The chandelier is off, so it's hard to see clearly just by the light coming in from the window.

The highest point is almost dark, as if it absorbs the surrounding light.If you stare in that direction for too long, you will have the illusion that your gaze is absorbed along with your thoughts.

dizziness.Dizziness.

What was he thinking just now?

It may be that something from a distance broke, shattered, and some strange and indistinguishable sounds vibrated in his head from far and near, but he couldn't make any response.

In the afternoon, the warm sun shines on the palm——

No, why is he holding a gun in his hand?

The pistol fell naturally from his palm and fell to the floor, but he didn't hear the sound of something hitting the ground.

what happened--

Thoughts and vision slipped down together.

He passed out.

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Gide got up from the floor with a splitting headache, and the burning heat hit his body from all directions.

Exhausted.The things in front of me seem to have a chromatic aberration.

boom--

Wait, who fired the shot.

Gide subconsciously reached for his pistol, but found nothing.

Before he could wake up from the chaos, the oak door of the ballroom was kicked open.

The visitor was a copper-haired man holding two guns.

Finally, after an unknown period of time, André Gide's brain regained clarity.

"Sakunosuke——" he almost blurted out the other person's name, but for some reason, more words disappeared from his mind.

Just as he was hesitating and at a loss, from about ten meters behind him, there was a voice that made his whole body stiffen immediately.

"Oda Tsukuru, you're here." Judging from the tone of the speaker, he was really satisfied with Oda's 'arrival'.

Oda Sakunosuke lowered the muzzle of his gun almost immediately, and replied, "Well, I'm here."

Gide followed Oda's line of sight and looked back - a boy was sitting half cross-legged on the floor, with his pistol in front of him.

The moment he looked into those indigo eyes, the memories of several hours were all revived in Gide's brain.

It was like being bitten by a snake in a dream and waking up to find a wound on my leg.

Gide felt that the feeling of being completely "overwhelmed" mentally was revived again now. His bones and muscles no longer obeyed the control of the brain, and the liquid flowing through the blood vessels seemed to be no longer blood, but something else. something cold.

He stood still and watched Oda Sakunosuke walk by before stopping in front of Dante.

"You're hurt." Oda's unchanging tone could hear the meaning of reproach.

The gauze that was simply tied on Dante's calf had long been soaked in blood, but from the boy's expression, it could not be seen that he was troubled by gunshot wounds and blood loss.

"Is it the fee for the admission ticket?" Dante tilted his head slightly, and said indifferently: "I know it well."

Oda stared at the boy for a moment, knelt down halfway, put the gun on the ground, then took out a tourniquet from his pocket, tied it on the boy's calf, turned his back to Gide the whole time without turning his head.

There was silence in the ballroom.

After a while, Gide found his voice with difficulty: "Did you kill my subordinate?"

He didn't know what answer he was expecting.

Oda stood up from the ground, holding two of Gide's in addition to his own gun.

"Maybe. I broke several shoulder blades and several knees. If the bleeding doesn't stop in time, I'm probably dead." He said, walking towards Gide.

Oda Sakunosuke handed Gide's penis back to Gide.

"I've thought about it seriously, and decided to refuse to be your mourner." The cold anger that once burned in Oda's eyes disappeared, "Don't entrust your fate to others." His tone seemed to be Saying 'please do the work yourself' is the same.

Gide did not doubt the authenticity of the man in front of him.

Those who could free the 'ghost' refused their request.

In that moment, it wasn't disappointment that filled my chest, but a sense of 'it was' that climbed from the back of the spine to the occiput.

Gide actively looked at Dante, and found that the boy who made the prophecy was also looking at him.

"Have you fallen into despair?" Dante's voice sounded without emotion.

It should have been.He should have shot at the boy in anger to force Oda Sakunosuke to fight him.

The image of bullets passing through the void resurfaced in my mind.

And "You will die at the due time. Before that, you need to atone for your sins, and you must not escape." The voice echoed in my ears.

Gide understood a little.He could no longer raise his gun at the boy.

Before he could think of an adequate answer, another grown man present began a surprising confession.

"I used to be a killer. I didn't hesitate to take other people's lives, I just pressed the trigger." Oda Sakunosuke seemed a little unaccustomed to expressing his heart, but as an active writer, he quickly sorted out Alright, "If you met me at that time, I'm sure I wouldn't hesitate."

"Then you stopped killing people." Dante continued, "Because you saw a book."

"'Why the killer doesn't kill anymore', I got an ending and a question in advance from the unfinished book." Oda continued naturally, "I want to know why the killer doesn't kill anymore. Why? I After thinking about it, I finally decided to write the ending by myself and find the answer.”

In this way, the way of life was changed.

Gide heard Oda's implication.

I used to be a hero.

As a soldier, he probably killed more enemies than Oda.

And then there are the people who are killed as traitors, as the 'grey ghosts'.

He looked at Sakunosuke Oda who was standing in front of Dante without putting down the gun in front of him, and the desire to narrate his past that had arisen for a moment quietly disappeared.

The last thing Gide said was: "I swear to my companions that I will die as a soldier." He did not say that it was impossible to choose another path.

What he didn't expect was that Oda Saku started talking again.

"Wanting to write that ending is completely different from actually starting to write. The hand that writes life can no longer take life. Before writing, I thought so." Oda said, but his gaze never turned to Ji De turned to Dante who was sitting on the ground, "I didn't think about it for a long time after I started writing, until Mimic came to Yokohama."

"I want revenge. I want to make the person who killed my friend pay back with blood. The killing intent is born in the brain, and the hand holding the gun will not tremble in the slightest."

So why change your mind now?

Gide looked at Oda who was narrating his own journey without emotion, unable to ask his own question.

The boy who sat on the floor and listened quietly reached up and grabbed Oda Sakunosuke's wrist.

"Its limitation comes from itself. If others restrict it, it will die; if it does not impose restrictions on itself, then it can only succumb to external restrictions." Suddenly, Oda's words turned to seemingly irrelevant places , "This is what you said to me when I wrote the ending of my first article. At that time, you must have said it because of my decision not to kill anyone."

The young poet and the old writer looked at each other.

Oda Sakunosuke could read calmness and a trace of relief from the other party's eyes.

"That's right." Dante affirmed Oda's guess, "You should not be bound by the past to the future, whether it is forward or reverse."

Oda held Dante's wrist instead, and turned to look at Gide.

He didn't know what Dante said to Gide before he came, but after walking into the ballroom and seeing Dante's sitting posture seemed to be looking at Gide's direction all the time, he more or less understood part of what he should do .

"The forces of the port mafia are coming, do you want to die, or something else, think again."

After finishing speaking, Oda Sakunosuke shot and smashed the glass of the ballroom, picked up Dante who was disabled after being injured, and left the mansion directly from the window.

And there was no sign of anyone following behind.

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"Where are you going to drive me?" Akaeda, who fell silent after Oda Sakunosuke hugged him, had no choice but to ask after realizing that the car would not be able to stop for a while.

"Hospital. The gunshot wound on your leg needs to be treated before you return to your time." Oda gave an answer beyond Akae's expectations.

Chizhi, who hadn't considered this point because the vest was about to go offline, couldn't help but feel a little speechless.

"Aren't you going to ask me something?" he asked cautiously at last.

As if he had used up all of his speaking quota in the mansion, the man in the driver's seat didn't say anything for a long time.

It wasn't until Akaeda waited until he thought he wouldn't get a reply, that Oda's answer came from the front seat.

"I'll keep writing, and keep writing."

That wasn't even a question, however, Sakunosuke saw in the rearview mirror the boy's expression of complete shock in front of him for the first time.